"Five types of chess pieces? Well... I have a lot to say now, but you won't understand it when I say it, it's really lonely... Forget it, I won't ask why there are no thieves anymore. So, this palace is also the work of Mr. Mischief Is it? Also, how can I get to the second floor, I don’t think you will let me go straight up.”
Jenkins asked with a sigh, forgetting to shiver because of the momentary worry.
"No, this has nothing to do with the great one, it's just that the ruler who created this palace likes this game as much as I do. As for continuing to go up... Yes, I am a fortune-teller, so respectful guests, let's take a look , Is fate willing to let you move on."
While the astrologer was talking, the crystal clear crystal ball in his hand emitted a purple light representing destiny. At this time, a circle suddenly appeared under Jenkins' feet, and then a pentagram pattern representing the essence of his own soul appeared; then a colorful and complicated circle was superimposed on the outside of this circle, and some noises appeared in his ears The sound is like the audience in the theater cheering.
There was a clear sound of shattering glass, and Jenkins realized that it wasn't glass at all but ice shattering. A series of cracks appeared on the surface of the crystal ball, and then the crystal ball split into eight petals... Jenkins' dynamic vision could only capture the eight petals, and fell to the floor.
"It turns out that you are also a fortune teller, and you seem to belong to my school."
The astrologer looked at his crystal ball regretfully, and then said sadly.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
Jenkins was a little unsure if he heard the word "school" just now.
"Very well, it turns out that my inheritance has not disappeared until the 18th century. It seems that the great [Lord of Winter] has already arranged everything. Young man, you are welcome, and fate will guide your way forward."
He talked to himself, ignoring Jenkins, and the body of the ice sculpture exploded into white ice powder. The ice powder floated to every place in the castle, and wherever it passed, furniture, decorative armor, wall tapestries, oil paintings, etc. appeared one by one.
Of course, these are also made of ice.
"school?"
Jenkins still remembered that he had joined the Prophet School where Miss Broniance and Miss Audrey belonged, and he had also heard that this school had been passed down from a very ancient age, but he did not expect that he would meet the ancestors of the school.
"But how did he know that I belonged to the school? My purple destiny ability is not an ability inherited by the school... And isn't he an astrologer? Not a fortune-teller."
Thinking of this question, it was as if a light flashed in Jenkins' mind, and he felt the pleasure of easily poking a layer of paper with his fingers:
"Could it be that in the time he lived, astrologers and fortune-tellers were the same kind of people! In the time he lived, the priesthood of [Astrology] and the priesthood of [Divination] were not separated at all! In the age of his life, it is very likely that the two Righteousness, there is no…”
He didn't dare to continue thinking, worried that his nosebleed would come out again.
The ice layer under the feet was originally a mirror-like layer, but now the ice layer is covered with patterns from the ice powder just now, like a carpet. After taking two steps forward and picking up the stargazer's pawn, he remembered a special vocabulary that the stargazer said just now:
[Lord of Winter]
"This should be another master. Is it because of this one that everything happened tonight?"
The palace had more than one floor, as Jenkins knew from the outside. He climbed the stairs, encountered no obstacles on the second floor, and continued on to the third floor.
Stayed in front of the stairs on the third floor for a while, looked at the dark horizon in the distance through the French windows facing the stairs for a while, and then came to the fourth floor.
The area of the upper floors is smaller than that of the lower floors. There is only one straight corridor on the fourth floor. After a quick glance, it is confirmed that there is nothing there, and they continue to climb to the fifth floor.
The fifth floor is a huge terrace, and behind the stairs is a tower, which needs to go around from the first floor to the other side of the building to climb up, that is to say, the fifth floor is the end of the main staircase.
The terrace was covered with a layer of snow, and the ice sculpture stood on the edge of the terrace with its back to Jenkins, looking out at the mountains in the distance.
"Welcome, the god of lies, the priest of the holy tree, the lucky one who is loved by the gods, welcome here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Before Jenkins could speak, the ice sculpture turned around. It was the image of an old man in a robe, with a beard that fell almost below his chest.
"The sacrifice of the holy tree?"
Jenkins asked, he asked a lot tonight.
"From a long time ago, my lord gave me the responsibility of guarding this palace. This palace does not usually appear in the material world. I wait in the world of my lord. And once the right time comes, ice and snow will cover the material world again The land of the North, I will come here, waiting for a person who can endure the extreme cold, who can have both wisdom and force, who can save the world... After all, this place used to be the territory of my lord. I have been waiting, many, many Years ago, a mortal was lucky enough to reach the entrance of the ice ladder, and defeated the archer in charge of guarding the bridge with a trick... "
Needless to say, he knew that he was talking about the ancestors of the Stuart family. As for other clues, Jenkins has now confirmed that the [Lord of Winter] should also be a master.
Jenkins appreciates his spirit of telling what he knows after meeting, and hopes that he can say more, it is best to tell all the things he does not know, and it is not in vain to be here tonight Frozen.
"So what are you waiting here for? Now I'm here."
"Many years ago, I had a doubt in my heart, so I asked my lord: the extreme cold can freeze the heart, but the warmth of the heart can melt all extreme cold, so which one has the stronger power, the human heart or the extreme cold? .
My lord did not give me a direct answer, but let me stay here and wait for someone who can answer this question. "
His bright eyes looked at Jenkins, and Jenkins pointed to himself:
"So you want me to give you an answer, so you drag me to this kind of place so late?"
He was really cold, any ordinary person would have been frozen to death long ago if what happened to him tonight.
"No, I invited you here for something else... You are the god of lies, how could I ask you for answers?"
The old man asked suspiciously, and the corner of Jenkins' mouth twitched, feeling that the answer was impeccable, and he couldn't refute it at all.